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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 World's Most 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Black Pus,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Joyce Sims,
Alton Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Kerri Chandler,
Cecil Taylor,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Lyres,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Circle Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
Surgeon,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.