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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deepchord,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Joey Negro,
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.