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 Guatemala 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tres Demented to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Eve St. Jones,
Supertramp,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Public Enemy,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Porter Ricks,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Derrick May,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Robert Görl,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
Cecil Taylor,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Little Man,
AZ,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth 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.