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 Mexico and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Patti Smith,
Schoolly D,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quadrant,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Eli Mardock,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joyce Sims,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Archie Shepp,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.