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 Swaziland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Panda Bear,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terry Callier,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Todd Terry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.