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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
One Last Wish,
the Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
The Vogues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.