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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
John Holt,
The Motions,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
Interpol,
MDC,
Supertramp,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Gang Starr,
The Sound,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Jacques Brel,
Cluster,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doors,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.