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 Pakistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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?
Pharoah Sanders,
Camouflage,
David Axelrod,
The New Christs,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
The Techniques,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Litter,
The Slackers,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Half Japanese,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Count Five,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Matthew Bourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Bush Tetras,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.