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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Delta 5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Au Pairs,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
Mad Mike,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
Schoolly D,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Raincoats,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Slits,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.