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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Birthday Party 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eden Ahbez,
Pylon,
Junior Murvin,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Crime,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Pierre Henry,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.