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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Magma,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
The Busters,
The Dead C,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fela Kuti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Babytalk,
The Evens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
Black Bananas,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.