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 Brunei and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mars,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Teasers,
Hasil Adkins,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hashim,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Half Japanese,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.