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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the dance 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
Intrusion,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
The Toasters,
Camouflage,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Mars,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.