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 Belarus and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Heaven 17,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Subhumans,
Hasil Adkins,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Leonard Cohen,
Funkadelic,
Quadrant,
Television,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Suicide,
Eddi Front,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Roxette,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Public Image Ltd.,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.