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 Uzbekistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 PIL to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Young Marble Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Circle Jerks,
New Age Steppers,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
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.