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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Barbara Tucker to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 clarinet and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Parry Music,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Teasers,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Anthony Braxton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Fatback Band,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
The Pop Group,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Minutemen,
Japan,
John Lydon,
Nas,
Rekid,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
Kenny Larkin,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.