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 Mauritius and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the techno 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
Graham Central Station,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Kas Product,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
The Slits,
Sandy B,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.