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 South Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Excepter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.