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 China and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Last Poets to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Bob Dylan,
John Cale,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ten City,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
World's Most,
Smog,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stereo Dub,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.