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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Siglo XX to the grunge 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Jacob Miller,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma,
Nirvana,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arcadia,
Smog,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Ten City,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Pole,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.