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 Argentina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Zapp,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Sight & Sound,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.