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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
The New Christs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
10cc,
Q65,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
the Association,
the Slits,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crash Course in Science,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.