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 Cuba and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the jazz 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Procol Harum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Can,
The Cramps,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sound Behaviour,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Black Pus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aswad,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Near,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.