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 and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Fluxion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
The Remains,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grey Daturas,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
This Heat,
Darondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
The Seeds,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Television,
Ralphi Rosario,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.