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 Zambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suicide,
Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rapeman,
Can,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Von Mondo,
Aloha Tigers,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Flag,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.