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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
Von Mondo,
Gong,
Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
DJ Style,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Juan Atkins,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
Fad Gadget,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Neu!,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.