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 Belgium and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Tom Boy to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Infiniti,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Icehouse,
Tears for Fears,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cramps,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
the Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
The Kinks,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
Ronan,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.