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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Scratch Acid to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Ponytail,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Das Ding,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
Prince Buster,
Crash Course in Science,
Albert Ayler,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers,
Eve St. Jones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
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.