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 Nigeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Young Rascals,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
World's Most,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Darondo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
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.