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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the grunge 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
R.M.O.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cluster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Smog,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.