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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Roxy.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Nico,
The Cure,
Niagra,
Yusef Lateef,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mars,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Theoretical Girls,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.