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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Donald Fagen 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Flipper,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Young Marble Giants,
a-ha,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Pylon,
Swans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Iggy Pop,
Brand Nubian,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Crispian St. Peters,
Smog,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.