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 Nepal and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Harry Pussy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echospace,
Television,
The Toasters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Joy Division,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Maurizio,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
Janne Schatter,
the Association,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.