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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Misunderstood to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Wake,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Leonard Cohen,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.