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 Bremen.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Selecter to the rock 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Rotary Connection,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
Ludus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Q65,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.