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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Quadrant,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
Susan Cadogan,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
The Searchers,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
Wally Richardson,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
The New Christs,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.