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 Ireland and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rap 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Blossom Toes,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Accadde A,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.