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 Singapore and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lebanon Hanover 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Todd Rundgren,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deakin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.