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 Iraq and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Smooth,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
FM Einheit,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Bill Wells,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.