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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Stetsasonic,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Babytalk,
cv313,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Happenings,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Black Sheep,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Marc Almond,
Joe Smooth,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Minutemen,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.