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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Erasure,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sarah Menescal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
Duran Duran,
Marine Girls,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.