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 Niger and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Durutti Column to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
James White and The Blacks,
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dirtbombs,
Deakin,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
The Grass Roots,
Charles Mingus,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barrington Levy,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.