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 Chile and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Toasters to the crunk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Human League,
The Motions,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Silicon Teens,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Iggy Pop,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.