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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Archie Shepp to the rock 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Q65,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
Pole,
Spoonie Gee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.