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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Qualms to the grime 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
Quadrant,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.