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 Burundi 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 sitar 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 Wings to the punk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Grass Roots,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
Bad Manners,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Pierre Henry,
The Motions,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
R.M.O.,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.