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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
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,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Bronski Beat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tres Demented,
Terrestrial Tones,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.