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 Haiti and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Franke,
Eve St. Jones,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Wings,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.