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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Skarface to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Moebius,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
The Seeds,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Los Fastidios,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mark Hollis,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slick Rick,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
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.