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 Ecuador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Porter Ricks to the rock 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Eve St. Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yellowson,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
Colin Newman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chrome,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.