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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Goldenarms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Chrome,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
The Gories,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
The Fugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Can,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.