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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
DJ Style,
Ituana,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
Young Marble Giants,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Pantaleimon,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Arcadia,
Rakim,
The Kinks,
Suicide,
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.