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 Australia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Essential Logic,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
the Association,
Patti Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agitation Free,
Cybotron,
Erasure,
Sex Pistols,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
the Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Susan Cadogan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.