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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
LL Cool J,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Tubeway Army,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Leonard Cohen,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Excepter,
Whodini,
The Pretty Things,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Y Pants,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.