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 Lebanon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Soft Cell to the grunge 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Model 500,
The Leaves,
Rapeman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Finger,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
Aswad,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris Corsano,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Basic Channel,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.