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 Tanzania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Porter Ricks,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Moebius,
Ludus,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Juan Atkins,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fugazi,
Grey Daturas,
Agent Orange,
Scientists,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.