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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
a-ha,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Kaleidoscope,
Terry Callier,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fugazi,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
The New Christs,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
X-101,
The Leaves,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
LL Cool J,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Whodini,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.