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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shuggie Otis 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
The Sound,
The Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Index,
This Heat,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
EPMD,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
R.M.O.,
Newcleus,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gabor Szabo,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.