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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Cymande,
Visage,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
James White and The Blacks,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
KRS-One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Fluxion,
Rapeman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.