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 Monaco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Smog,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
The Offenders,
The Litter,
Brass Construction,
Qualms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
The Toasters,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.