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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 Lou Reed 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Lungfish,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
L. Decosne,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Aswad,
Todd Rundgren,
Monks,
Mantronix,
Mars,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Eve St. Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chrome,
Skriet,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Nas,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Golliwogs,
Tears for Fears,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.