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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Moleskins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
The Fugs,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Main Source,
Blancmange,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.