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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Newcleus 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Royal Trux,
Magazine,
Franke,
Jandek,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Joe Finger,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Martian,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.