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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
The Red Krayola,
Fad Gadget,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
Alison Limerick,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
The Vogues,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
K-Klass,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
The Leaves,
Archie Shepp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.