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 Taiwan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the electroclash 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Hasil Adkins,
Nirvana,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moss Icon,
Black Flag,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding,
10cc,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.