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 Sweden and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
The Fall,
Severed Heads,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
The Sonics,
Ultravox,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Unwound,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Ten City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Michelle Simonal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.