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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 This Heat to the rap 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy Collins,
Deadbeat,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Wells,
Josef K,
Minny Pops,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Fear,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
Scion,
David McCallum,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.