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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Skriet,
Terry Callier,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
EPMD,
ABC,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Sight & Sound,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
Crooked Eye,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
D'Angelo,
DNA,
Donald Byrd,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.