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 Micronesia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fuzztones,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Albert Ayler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.