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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Buckinghams to the rock 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Freddie Wadling,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Nirvana,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
X-102,
JFA,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Magazine,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.