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 the UAE and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.