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 Micronesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James White and The Blacks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Swell Maps,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Alison Limerick,
Q and Not U,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Oneida,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.