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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 F. McDonald to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Names,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
DJ Style,
June of 44,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.