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 Somalia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Livin' Joy,
Sixth Finger,
the Germs,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Henry Cow,
Black Pus,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Fugazi,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.