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 Syria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jandek to the grime 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Human League,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABC,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Gang Green,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
The Gap Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.