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 Malawi and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
L. Decosne,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
The Walker Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
LL Cool J,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moby Grape,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.