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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen 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 organ 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 The Remains to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
The Evens,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pole,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
CMW,
The Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
World's Most,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Erasure,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
EPMD,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Warren Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Agitation Free,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
Eric Copeland,
Little Man,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.