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 Serbia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Talk Talk to the dance 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Scion,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Monolake,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.