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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quadrant,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Los Fastidios,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
ABBA,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.