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 Venezuela and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Carl Craig to the crunk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
The Invisible,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris & Cosey,
Toni Rubio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Junior Murvin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
The Fall,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Terry Callier,
The Litter,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.