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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 spring reverb and an oboe 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dead Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
The Remains,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Surgeon,
Technova,
The Happenings,
The Smoke,
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Depeche Mode,
The American Breed,
Dennis Brown,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.