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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Ornette Coleman,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fugs,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Symarip,
The Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
F. McDonald,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reuben Wilson,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.