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 Honduras and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eurythmics to the disco 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Jeff Lynne,
The American Breed,
Alison Limerick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
PIL,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Porter Ricks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.