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 Micronesia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
Eve St. Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Cymande,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.