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 Cameroon and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the electroclash 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
MC5,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
This Heat,
Can,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nils Olav,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.