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 Togo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz 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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Index,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Suicide,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Pylon,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül II,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
Wire,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.