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 Kiribati and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visage to the funk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Sugar Minott,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
This Heat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.