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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Public Image Ltd. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aswad,
Cymande,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Bluetip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Selecter,
Prince Buster,
The Associates,
David Bowie,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
a-ha,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
Stockholm Monsters,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.