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 Samoa and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Slick Rick,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
PIL,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Coltrane,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.