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 Germany 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Hashim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Skaos,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.