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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Tremeloes to the dance 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Durutti Column,
UT,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Spoonie Gee,
Swell Maps,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
The Kinks,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Busters,
Ronnie Foster,
Lyres,
Television,
The Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
The Stooges,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.