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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Television,
The Vogues,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Minnie Riperton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
The Remains,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
OOIOO,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
The Gladiators,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
Pussy Galore,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Visage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Unwound,
Camberwell Now,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.