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 Togo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Little Man,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Ice-T,
Maurizio,
Accadde A,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
The Moody Blues,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Television,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.