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 Estonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skaos to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
B.T. Express,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ten City,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.