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 Mauritania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ten City,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
Todd Rundgren,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
ABC,
The Cramps,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gun Club,
Aaron Thompson,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.