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 Zimbabwe and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pylon to the grime 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Infiniti,
Lindisfarne,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Idris Muhammad,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Robert Wyatt,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
The Velvet Underground,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.