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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Oblivians,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Lebanon Hanover,
Electric Prunes,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
the Association,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.