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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Adolescents to the grunge 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Oblivians,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Lyres,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
New Age Steppers,
Archie Shepp,
Monks,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül II,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.