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 Laos and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Traffic Nightmare to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Litter,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
The Monochrome Set,
Das Ding,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
a-ha,
The Remains,
the Association,
Pantytec,
The Star Department,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris & Cosey,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.