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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
Khruangbin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skriet,
Magma,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mandrill,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rekid,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Clear Light,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
ABC,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.