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 Burkina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Desert Stars to the crunk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Groovy Waters,
The Names,
ABC,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Monolake,
Todd Terry,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacob Miller,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Ludus,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.