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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
MDC,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soulsonic Force,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Neil Young,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Symarip,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Desert Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Goldenarms,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.