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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kenny Larkin 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donny Hathaway,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
The Mummies,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
EPMD,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
The Electric Prunes,
Joyce Sims,
Delta 5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.