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 Oman and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Evens to the funk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Stooges,
Moebius,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
The Litter,
Niagra,
The Velvet Underground,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alice Coltrane,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
AZ,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.