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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Standells to the rock 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
OOIOO,
Cecil Taylor,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Au Pairs,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Gerry Rafferty,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.