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 Antigua and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Fad Gadget to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Spandau Ballet,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Prunes,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
Easy Going,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.