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 Czech Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Maleditus Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
Throbbing Gristle,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
B.T. Express,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
The Human League,
Skriet,
Gong,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.