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 Austria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stetsasonic,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
the Bar-Kays,
Talk Talk,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stereo Dub,
The Cure,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Agitation Free,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.