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 South Africa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 L. Decosne to the jazz 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet 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 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
Arab on Radar,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Schoolly D,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Jandek,
Ken Boothe,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
cv313,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.