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 Liechtenstein and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Evens 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Michelle Simonal,
Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Moss Icon,
The Zeros,
This Heat,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Public Enemy,
Rufus Thomas,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.