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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yazoo to the techno 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Essential Logic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Ituana,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Black Dice,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Fugazi,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
John Lydon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Velvet Underground,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
The American Breed,
Kenny Larkin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Mantronix,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Pole,
Little Man,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.