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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the punk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Easy Going,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thompson Twins,
Bill Near,
Nas,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
The Black Dice,
Sarah Menescal,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.