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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Agent Orange to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Agitation Free,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Evens,
R.M.O.,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Shoche,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Ornette Coleman,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.