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 United Kingdom and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Invisible to the crunk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne,
Organ,
The Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Interpol,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
The Names,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Morten Harket,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Neu!,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Derrick May,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Kas Product,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.