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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fear to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Main Source,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Negative Approach,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
The Toasters,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Patti Smith,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.