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 Oman and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Names 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heaven 17,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Morten Harket,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.