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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Babytalk,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
Fatback Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Model 500,
The Gun Club,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.