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 Lebanon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Delon & Dalcan,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gong,
This Heat,
Clear Light,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick May,
Don Cherry,
Metal Thangz,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Skriet,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joe Finger,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Cecil Taylor,
Glenn Branca,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
Qualms,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.