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 Palau and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 Scratch Acid to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
New Order,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Bourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Erasure,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.