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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 rock 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
The Gories,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Dawn Penn,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cal Tjader,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Urselle,
The Monks,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.