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 Niger and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the electroclash 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
The Fall,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Smiths,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Moby Grape,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
The Victims,
Bad Manners,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Joy Division,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.