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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Motorama,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
JFA,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
The Young Rascals,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arcadia,
Make Up,
Charles Mingus,
Marmalade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
A Certain Ratio,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.