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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the funk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
the Bar-Kays,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Vainqueur,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
The Happenings,
The Durutti Column,
Dawn Penn,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
DJ Style,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Model 500,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.