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 Latvia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Judy Mowatt,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Grey Daturas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
Sound Behaviour,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Oblivians,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.