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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Buckinghams,
Minny Pops,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warsaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Swans,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.