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 Romania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sister Nancy to the disco 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minny Pops,
Kerri Chandler,
Sound Behaviour,
Tropical Tobacco,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.