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 Nicaragua and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
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 snare 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 Swans to the crunk 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Leaves,
DNA,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Moss Icon,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
The Fortunes,
the Slits,
Saccharine Trust,
The J.B.'s,
This Heat,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
Bill Near,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Al Stewart,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.