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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Pagans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Brick,
ABC,
Accadde A,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.