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 Slovakia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Slits to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.