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 Benin and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cymande to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sound,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
The Young Rascals,
New Age Steppers,
Unwound,
Joey Negro,
Pylon,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Kayak,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.