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 Australia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
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 rhodes 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jandek,
The Smoke,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gladiators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.