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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Howard Jones,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
Faust,
The Litter,
Peter & Gordon,
Spandau Ballet,
Yusef Lateef,
Bauhaus,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
AZ,
Wings,
Visage,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.