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 Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Dennis Brown to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Bill Wells,
Colin Newman,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.