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 Uganda and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Eric Copeland,
The Blues Magoos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Jacob Miller,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Joy Division,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Accadde A,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Das Ding,
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Section 25,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.