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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Bauhaus,
Glenn Branca,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Slick Rick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.