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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Silicon Teens to the funk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
The Gories,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Thompson Twins,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
Q65,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Country Teasers,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
The New Christs,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Carl Craig,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin,
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.