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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
New Order,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
Gichy Dan,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
The Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swans,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Judy Mowatt,
Henry Cow,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.