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 Namibia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Dave Gahan,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Morten Harket,
Symarip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Hoover,
Can,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
David Axelrod,
Loose Ends,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.