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 Austria and from Madrid.
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 Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 MDC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Oblivians,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Japan,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Easy Going,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.