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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 10cc to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Public Enemy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
Black Sheep,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül II,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Wings,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
the Swans,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Deakin,
F. McDonald,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gories,
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Franke,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.