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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 punk 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Warren Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
PIL,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Morten Harket,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Sandy B,
D'Angelo,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.