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 Niger and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 The Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Womack,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vladislav Delay,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Görl,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Thee Headcoats,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
The Move,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Excepter,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.