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 Antigua and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Kinks,
Stiv Bators,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra,
Main Source,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tropical Tobacco,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Faraquet,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.