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 Montenegro and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Zapp,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Robert Hood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.