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 Panama and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grunge 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Wake,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pylon,
The Residents,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Skriet,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roy Ayers,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tubeway Army,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Hood,
Dark Day,
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.