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 Benin and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fall to the grime 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Terry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Hoover,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Bad Manners,
PIL,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Circle Jerks,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.