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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Moon to the rock 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
The Fall,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.