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 Belarus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DNA to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sparks,
Japan,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
Q65,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Sarah Menescal,
Young Marble Giants,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.