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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Symarip,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Surgeon,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Tom Boy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sight & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Black Sheep,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.