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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
CMW,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Mars,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Buckinghams,
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gun Club,
Roger Hodgson,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
The Mummies,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.