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 Cambodia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
Qualms,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Skaos,
Cluster,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
kango's stein massive,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Steve Hackett,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.