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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Qualms 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
June Days,
Fat Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
Das Ding,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Au Pairs,
Severed Heads,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Scientists,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
Suicide,
Wolf Eyes,
Barbara Tucker,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Bluetip,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.