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 Burundi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
World's Most,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
The Trojans,
Robert Wyatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Popol Vuh,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.