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 Bahamas and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Black Bananas,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Gastr Del Sol,
Icehouse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Symarip,
Outsiders,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.