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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cameo,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Clear Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Massinfluence,
Quadrant,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barrington Levy,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dawn Penn,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.