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 Israel and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon 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?
Warren Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Index,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
Joey Negro,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Sarah Menescal,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Lyres,
48th St. Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.