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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Barrington Levy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
James White and The Blacks,
Youth Brigade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
Nirvana,
The Motions,
Scratch Acid,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
Franke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.