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 Colombia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-102 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reagan Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Depeche Mode,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Vogues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Guru Guru,
Scratch Acid,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Symarip,
MC5,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
The Pretty Things,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.