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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moss Icon to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-102,
EPMD,
FM Einheit,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
June Days,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Zeros,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Harry Pussy,
The Index,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Grauzone,
Tres Demented,
Yellowson,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy Collins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.