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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Dark Day to the disco 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Bush Tetras,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Associates,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
KRS-One,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
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.