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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Gun Club to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Eve St. Jones,
Heaven 17,
Zapp,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
Gerry Rafferty,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roxette,
Black Moon,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
The Evens,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls,
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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.