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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice 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 dance 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
D'Angelo,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
World's Most,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
The Move,
Arcadia,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.