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 Barbados and from Bremen.
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 Glasgow and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 punk 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Gong,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed,
The Remains,
The Cure,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.