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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Saccharine Trust,
Subhumans,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
Nirvana,
The Stooges,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.