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 Gambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Wake to the crunk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Visage,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fire Engines,
New Order,
The Kinks,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
F. McDonald,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.