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 Samoa and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Searchers to the jazz 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
L. Decosne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gil Scott Heron,
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.