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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q65,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
ABBA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
Kayak,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.