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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 John Foxx 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Whodini,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Lalann,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Nas,
New Order,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.