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 Estonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dirtbombs,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
The Saints,
Black Sheep,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
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.