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 Guinea-Bissau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
New Age Steppers,
The Invisible,
The Vogues,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radiohead,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radio Birdman,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joensuu 1685,
Franke,
Man Parrish,
The Motions,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Roxy Music,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalann,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.