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 Finland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Popol Vuh,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Interpol,
The Walker Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
The Stooges,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.