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 Monaco and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 harpsichord and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.