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 Nauru and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Minutemen to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Underground Resistance,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Rod Modell,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Blake Baxter,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Youth Brigade,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Essential Logic,
The Star Department,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Index,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.