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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magma to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
The United States of America,
Rekid,
Pole,
Faust,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Pagans,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.