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 Djibouti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bang On A Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Matthew Bourne,
Quadrant,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Rakim,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
The Shadows of Knight,
Goldenarms,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.