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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.