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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Matthew Bourne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Roxette,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Guru Guru,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Lucky Dragons,
Josef K,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
Eli Mardock,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Babytalk,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Bar-Kays,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rekid,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
The Five Americans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.