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 Zambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 LL Cool J to the electroclash 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
In Retrospect,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Excepter,
Technova,
Groovy Waters,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Faraquet,
E-Dancer,
Dennis Brown,
Scion,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Malaria!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
the Normal,
Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.