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 Iceland and from London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Smog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Darondo,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Main Source,
Chris Corsano,
Visage,
Zapp,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camouflage,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.