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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
Unwound,
Make Up,
JFA,
Monks,
Funkadelic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Minny Pops,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Scientists,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Stetsasonic,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Mr. Review,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
Deakin,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.