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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Robert Palmer 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nils Olav,
Gang of Four,
Cameo,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Animal Collective,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
Black Sheep,
Negative Approach,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Brass Construction,
Kerri Chandler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pop Group,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Gang Starr,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music 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.