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 Denmark and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quando Quango,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Funky Four + One,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
JFA,
Visage,
Reagan Youth,
Ossler,
Nas,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Fugazi,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.