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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Invisible,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Oneida,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Warsaw,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Altered Images,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Animal Collective,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
U.S. Maple,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
The Martian,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.