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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 punk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Yellowson,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris & Cosey,
Unwound,
10cc,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monolake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Soul II Soul,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.