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 Saudi Arabia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faraquet,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dirtbombs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eurythmics,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.