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 Rwanda and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Pop Group to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Gabor Szabo,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
Tom Boy,
Faust,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Victims,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.