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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 linndrum 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 Jawbox 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Style,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
the Sonics,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
Mars,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
Ludus,
Audionom,
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.