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 Maldives and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed to the grunge 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music 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,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Q65,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Cameo,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maurizio,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.