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 Dominican Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
Simply Red,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Donald Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cowsills,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
World's Most,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
The Move,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Brass Construction,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.