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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 D'Angelo to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Eurythmics,
Brand Nubian,
Q65,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
B.T. Express,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.