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 Botswana and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Anthony Braxton to the crunk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
the Normal,
Angry Samoans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Avey Tare,
Tubeway Army,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Eddi Front,
The Fortunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Crime,
The Cramps,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.