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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Wings to the dance 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minny Pops,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Erasure,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Darondo,
Drexciya,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cramps,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
Buzzcocks,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Busters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.