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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Stereo Dub to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
The Smiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
The Cure,
Johnny Clarke,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
The Motions,
This Heat,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Saccharine Trust,
Skaos,
Livin' Joy,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.