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 Rwanda and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Icehouse to the crunk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Q and Not U,
The Kinks,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Wasted Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Cal Tjader,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Panda Bear,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
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.