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 Chad and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tomorrow to the funk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
The Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Bad Manners,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
X-101,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
Sixth Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.