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 Somalia and from New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Newcleus,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ponytail,
Tom Boy,
Robert Görl,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Unwound,
Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
the Sonics,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.