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 Honduras and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Piero Umiliani,
Lindisfarne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Cameo,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
Fear,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Make Up,
Marc Almond,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
the Association,
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.