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 Peru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Lower 48,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Eve St. Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
The Litter,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kenny Larkin,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.