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 Barbados and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ronan to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
This Heat,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Unrelated Segments,
Janne Schatter,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ken Boothe,
John Lydon,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.