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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Ultimate Spinach,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Thompson Twins,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
Colin Newman,
Circle Jerks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
Mission of Burma,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
June Days,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rufus Thomas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dave Clark Five,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Visage,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.