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 Iraq and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
DJ Style,
Moebius,
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Pagans,
The Dead C,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
The Mummies,
The Last Poets,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
The Monochrome Set,
Unwound,
the Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.