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 Vanuatu and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Lungfish to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Shuggie Otis,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
AZ,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
DNA,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Stooges,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.