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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiohead,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Barbara Tucker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
Eve St. Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
CMW,
The Busters,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.