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 Iceland 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
The Leaves,
Eric Copeland,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
The Monks,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
Andrew Hill,
Metal Thangz,
Thompson Twins,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
David McCallum,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Byron Stingily,
Camberwell Now,
Whodini,
the Association,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
K-Klass,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.