Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joey Negro,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
The Zeros,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Reagan Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.