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 China and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Stetsasonic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Dead C,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.