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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gap Band,
the Normal,
Qualms,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
One Last Wish,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Howard Jones,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.