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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Vainqueur,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
a-ha,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Erasure,
Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
New York Dolls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.