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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chris Corsano,
Franke,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.