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 Angola and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
Deadbeat,
Toni Rubio,
June Days,
Blancmange,
Prince Buster,
Alphaville,
Q65,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
UT,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Little Man,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Barracudas,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.