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 Haiti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
T.S.O.L.,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
The Trojans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
Ituana,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Faust,
Lyres,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Rosa Yemen,
Jandek,
Joe Finger,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donny Hathaway,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Donald Byrd,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.