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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
L. Decosne,
The Skatalites,
Barbara Tucker,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Reuben Wilson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.