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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barracudas to the rap 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
ABBA,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Agitation Free,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
Harmonia,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hashim,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.