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 Netherlands and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jandek to the jazz 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harmonia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Stereo Dub,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
Shoche,
Crime,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DNA,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suicide,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Amazonics,
Faraquet,
Absolute Body Control,
E-Dancer,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.