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 United States and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aswad,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Barclay James Harvest,
Todd Terry,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Quando Quango,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
DNA,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare,
Hashim,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Adolescents,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.