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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Roger Hodgson to the disco 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Gories,
Chrome,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Severed Heads,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
The Names,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Moebius,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
UT,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Second Layer,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Q and Not U,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.