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 Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas 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?
Roxy Music,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Index,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kurtis Blow,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Unwound,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Suicide,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Mars,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
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.