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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Letta Mbulu to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
The American Breed,
Lyres,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Morten Harket,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Youth Brigade,
Pere Ubu,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Raincoats,
FM Einheit,
CMW,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.