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 St Lucia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Schoolly D,
Grey Daturas,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Technova,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.