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 Albania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo to the grunge 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Deadbeat,
One Last Wish,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Suicide,
Monks,
Sight & Sound,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
CMW,
The Count Five,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
The Tremeloes,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faraquet,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Byron Stingily,
Scratch Acid,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
The Blues Magoos,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.