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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Sixth Finger,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
Agitation Free,
The Trojans,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.