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 Guyana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Ohio Players,
Supertramp,
Colin Newman,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Slick Rick,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
Hardrive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
The Wake,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Lakeside,
Donald Byrd,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.