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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 Paris and London.
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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Max Romeo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics,
Rekid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Glenn Branca,
Judy Mowatt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
48th St. Collective,
Oneida,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.