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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Rosa Yemen,
Audionom,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.