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 Marshall Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
Neil Young,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Unwound,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
Blossom Toes,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
The Motions,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.