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 Antigua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Nils Olav,
The Young Rascals,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Rites of Spring,
the Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Metal Thangz,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.