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 Iran and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the techno 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Intrusion,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Skriet,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
MC5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
UT,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.