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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Kurtis Blow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
the Association,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Cybotron,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Duran Duran,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Jandek,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.