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 Ecuador and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 AZ to the punk 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crash Course in Science,
Rod Modell,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Smiths,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
the Normal,
Q65,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.