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 Bulgaria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Outsiders to the electroclash 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
China Crisis,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
Moebius,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
Scientists,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.