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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Harmonia,
The Seeds,
The Offenders,
The Blues Magoos,
Susan Cadogan,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Kenny Larkin,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
Radio Birdman,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
R.M.O.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Camberwell Now,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.