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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lindisfarne to the crunk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
D'Angelo,
Chris Corsano,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
The Star Department,
June Days,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.