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 India and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
DNA,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
the Sonics,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Crime,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
Loose Ends,
Todd Terry,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
These Immortal Souls,
Animal Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Slave,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.