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 Uganda and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the techno 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Smog,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Das Ding,
Gichy Dan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Suburban Knight,
New Order,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Reuben Wilson,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.