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 South Africa and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Wire to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Mars,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Japan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monochrome Set,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Albert Ayler,
Aaron Thompson,
The Victims,
Echospace,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
The Doors,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mandrill,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
The Black Dice,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Skatalites,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.