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 Moldova and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Surgeon to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
X-101,
cv313,
Terry Callier,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Simply Red,
Niagra,
Gong,
Blancmange,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
New Age Steppers,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.