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 India and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
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 808 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 Susan Cadogan to the techno 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Sugar Minott,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Ten City,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
The Leaves,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Graham Central Station,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.