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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sixth Finger 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Ohio Players,
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Nico,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Cybotron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Panda Bear,
KRS-One,
R.M.O.,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.