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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 The Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
The Monks,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Divine Comedy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Archie Shepp,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Danielle Patucci,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
the Swans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Mantronix,
Ossler,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.