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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 8 Eyed Spy 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Monolake,
Steve Hackett,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Kinks,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
Patti Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.