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 Ivory Coast and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Panda Bear to the jazz 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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,
Quantec,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Techniques,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
PIL,
Cameo,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Adolescents,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Masters at Work,
Black Pus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.