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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
the Germs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Judy Mowatt,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pretty Things,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hardrive,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.