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 Gambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Max Romeo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Albert Ayler,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Zapp,
Tommy Roe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
ABC,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.