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 Czech Republic and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Loose Ends,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Qualms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
The Modern Lovers,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Marine Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.