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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Swans,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
EPMD,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
Angry Samoans,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.