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 Australia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Shoche to the rock 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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,
Average White Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
Main Source,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Zapp,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Count Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.