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 Germany and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Gastr Del Sol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
The Smiths,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Black Pus,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amazonics,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Alison Limerick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
The Red Krayola,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.