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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Joe Finger,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Godley & Creme,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Interpol,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
The Victims,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.