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 Burkina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 the Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
The Evens,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Josef K,
June Days,
Suburban Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
Rites of Spring,
Cameo,
PIL,
Yaz,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.