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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Section 25 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
Porter Ricks,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
The Index,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.