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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Icehouse,
Magma,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spandau Ballet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
UT,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
The Doors,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Pole,
Alton Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
Wings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crash Course in Science,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.