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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
Bob Dylan,
F. McDonald,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
The Black Dice,
Donny Hathaway,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Susan Cadogan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Drexciya,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.