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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a sitar 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.