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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Faust,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Saints,
the Germs,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arab on Radar,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.