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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in 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 Khruangbin to the rap 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Swans,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
PIL,
Lou Christie,
The Fugs,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.