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 Italy and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
The Fall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
The Birthday Party,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.