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 Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Beau Brummels,
Malaria!,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Skaos,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Marmalade,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Neil Young,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.