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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can 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?
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Eurythmics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fela Kuti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
Agent Orange,
The Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Rotary Connection,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Saccharine Trust,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.