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 Liberia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Eyeless In Gaza 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Franke,
Can,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Sonic Youth,
Jawbox,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
AZ,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Skriet,
Danielle Patucci,
Qualms,
D'Angelo,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Chris Corsano,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.