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 Kosovo and from New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Theoretical Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
Alison Limerick,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Main Source,
the Slits,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.