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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Robert Palmer 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
The Vogues,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Deepchord,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
The Mummies,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.