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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 grunge 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Theoretical Girls,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Depeche Mode,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sparks,
the Association,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
Andrew Hill,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.