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 Honduras and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 grime 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
MDC,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Livin' Joy,
L. Decosne,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monks,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D,
Gong,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.