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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
R.M.O.,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alphaville,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
The Victims,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Clarke,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Banda Bassotti,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.