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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swell Maps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Brick,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
JFA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Vladislav Delay,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.