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 Vietnam and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Robert Wyatt,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
The Wake,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Moss Icon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
AZ,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
The Happenings,
Rekid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sandy B,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.