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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Matthew Bourne to the grunge 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
10cc,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
PIL,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rod Modell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Buzzcocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.