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 Senegal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
Supertramp,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Aswad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.