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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Blossom Toes to the rock 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
The Searchers,
The Beau Brummels,
Pole,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Gang Starr,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Little Man,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
cv313,
The Victims,
ABBA,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
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.