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 Belize and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the punk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Index,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
Alton Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Peter and Kerry,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hashim,
Jawbox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.