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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
Fatback Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
JFA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Laurel Aitken,
Oneida,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
The Velvet Underground,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
A Certain Ratio,
Japan,
ABC,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.