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 Malta and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's 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 rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
The Doors,
Joyce Sims,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Moss Icon,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
DNA,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Magazine,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Amon Düül II,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.