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 Sierra Leone and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Real Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Delta 5,
The Trojans,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Severed Heads,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Unwound,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Yazoo,
The Saints,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
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.