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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Henry Cow 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
World's Most,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
The American Breed,
Supertramp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.