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 East Timor and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shuggie Otis,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Dawn Penn,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
New Order,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.