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 Peru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slackers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ken Boothe,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Style,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.