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 San Marino and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the jazz 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Young Rascals,
Organ,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barrington Levy,
John Foxx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Jandek,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scrapy,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.