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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dennis Brown to the rap 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Hoover,
Thee Headcoats,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fear,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Liliput,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Patti Smith,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Niagra,
David McCallum,
Cymande,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Urselle,
June of 44,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.