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 Serbia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Althea and Donna to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Raincoats,
Jeff Mills,
Zero Boys,
Mr. Review,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.