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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Wire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Pus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
kango's stein massive,
The Fire Engines,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Derrick May,
David Axelrod,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
The Fuzztones,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Sheep,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
Audionom,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
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.