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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
The Last Poets,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
the Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
The Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
CMW,
Howard Jones,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.