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 Lebanon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sugar Minott to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
JFA,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Mantronix,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
The Victims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Organ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.