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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Q65,
The Monks,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
PIL,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boredoms,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Bauhaus,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
John Cale,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Leonard Cohen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.