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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 John Holt to the dance 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Leonard Cohen,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
10cc,
Monolake,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Bizarre Inc.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Kerri Chandler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Darondo,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.