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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 PIL to the jazz 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Heaven 17,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings,
Harpers Bizarre,
Qualms,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Hutcherson,
U.S. Maple,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Make Up,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Malaria!,
Gong,
JFA,
Pole,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
Newcleus,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.