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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Q65,
PIL,
The Busters,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
AZ,
Quantec,
Babytalk,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Residents,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
The Monochrome Set,
Wasted Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Khruangbin,
Piero Umiliani,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
The Techniques,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.