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 Cameroon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Marshall Jefferson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Brick,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Move,
The Slits,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Enemy,
Desert Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.