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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 This Heat to the punk 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Lower 48,
Spoonie Gee,
Pulsallama,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
cv313,
Wings,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
L. Decosne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.