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 Italy and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Evens to the crunk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slackers,
Todd Terry,
Procol Harum,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Supertramp,
Schoolly D,
Barclay James Harvest,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Cameo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eurythmics,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.