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 Austria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Excepter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s 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 The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Thee Headcoats,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
The Remains,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Real Kids,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Leaves,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Panda Bear,
Saccharine Trust,
Iggy Pop,
Porter Ricks,
T. Rex,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.