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 Argentina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New Order to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
LL Cool J,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
The Smiths,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Negative Approach,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.