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 El Salvador and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Ituana,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Pantaleimon,
Aural Exciters,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.