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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Roxette to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Groovy Waters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Ultravox,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
The Sound,
Swans,
Nirvana,
JFA,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.