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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Traffic Nightmare 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Bronski Beat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.