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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Yazoo to the dance 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
The Sound,
The Last Poets,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Erasure,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Q65,
Mars,
The Move,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.