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 Uganda and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the electroclash 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Vainqueur,
Television,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Supertramp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.