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 Gambia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nirvana to the disco 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
The Golliwogs,
Leonard Cohen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
The Real Kids,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monolake,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Move,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.