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 Romania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
Warren Ellis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.