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 Gambia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joy Division to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
The Associates,
Young Marble Giants,
Cymande,
Unwound,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
Radio Birdman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Moebius,
Fear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
The Fugs,
Unrelated Segments,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.