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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 New York Dolls to the techno 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Zeros,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
The Doors,
The Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalann,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.