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 Bhutan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minor Threat to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Negative Approach,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
The Mummies,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
The Modern Lovers,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
La Düsseldorf,
Anakelly,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.