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 New Zealand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
Los Fastidios,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Intrusion,
UT,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
June Days,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Audionom,
Aswad,
Talk Talk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
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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.