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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the techno 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
The Cowsills,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Evens,
the Germs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
ABC,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
The Star Department,
Marc Almond,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.