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 Belize and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fire Engines to the dance 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Bluetip,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Can,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Wings,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bauhaus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Glenn Branca,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Theoretical Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Tommy Roe,
The American Breed,
Sam Rivers,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.