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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Sixth Finger,
The New Christs,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
The Last Poets,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Au Pairs,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
the Sonics,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Smog,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Bob Dylan,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.