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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lalann to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Zapp,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
Rekid,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Count Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Monks,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suicide,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.