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 Greece and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bar-Kays to the dance 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rekid,
Arab on Radar,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Lynne,
Spandau Ballet,
Average White Band,
Sam Rivers,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.