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 Cuba and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mantronix to the grime 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
X-101,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Lakeside,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Ronan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Section 25,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
Blancmange,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.