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 North and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Index,
Swell Maps,
Rod Modell,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Blake Baxter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flamin' Groovies,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
AZ,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
MDC,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Index,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sixth Finger,
Faust,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.