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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Gong,
Popol Vuh,
Magazine,
June Days,
Wolf Eyes,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.