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 Costa Rica and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the funk 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
This Heat,
Chris & Cosey,
Crash Course in Science,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Dennis Brown,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
Monks,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
The Searchers,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.