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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the funk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
DNA,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
The United States of America,
R.M.O.,
Urselle,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
The Wake,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
DJ Style,
Colin Newman,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.