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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Masters at Work to the rap 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
The Saints,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Fela Kuti,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Terry Callier,
Cheater Slicks,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Steve Hackett,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
The Skatalites,
Todd Terry,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.