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 Korea South and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 Neil Young to the rock 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Franke,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Velvet Underground,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Von Mondo,
Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
E-Dancer,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.