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 Guyana and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 Pere Ubu to the dance 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Newcleus,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Scientists,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Infiniti,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
The Wake,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.