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 Germany and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Colin Newman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Alton Ellis,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Funkadelic,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.