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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Frankie Knuckles to the punk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Von Mondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.