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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marcia Griffiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
cv313,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Section 25,
Gong,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.