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 Vietnam and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Sonics to the funk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
Negative Approach,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Japan,
Sandy B,
Ice-T,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Surgeon,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.