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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marcia Griffiths to the techno 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
The Fall,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
Scientists,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Young Rascals,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Davy DMX,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonic Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
MDC,
Skaos,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.