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 Peru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Reagan Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.