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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Arcadia,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Scratch Acid,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
The Fortunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Niagra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David McCallum,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.