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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Count Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quadrant,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Organ,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.