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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 The Leaves to the rock 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Pole,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
The Count Five,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Harry Pussy,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.