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 United States and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacques Brel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Siglo XX,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Banda Bassotti,
Inner City,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.