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 Nicaragua and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 PIL to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Heaven 17,
Surgeon,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Terry,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
The Gap Band,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Hoover,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
ABBA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Porter Ricks,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.