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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Happenings 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-101,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
The Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.