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 Taiwan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Loose Ends to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
The Angels of Light,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.