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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the punk 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bauhaus,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Idris Muhammad,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.