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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Knickerbockers 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Vladislav Delay,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
The Associates,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Saints,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
Smog,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.