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 Grenada and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
Fear,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
New Age Steppers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.