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 Samoa and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Mills,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
Jacob Miller,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Pole,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.