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 Belarus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Robert Wyatt to the rap 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Faust,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Severed Heads,
JFA,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Almond,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.