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 Marshall Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fear to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Ultravox,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
Zapp,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
Franke,
The J.B.'s,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
Surgeon,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
Black Moon,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.