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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
Gang Starr,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Magma,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Grey Daturas,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.