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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Moby Grape,
The Martian,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Panda Bear,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Mars,
Make Up,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.