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 Bolivia 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Moby Grape to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Supertramp,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Loose Ends,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
The Music Machine,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.