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 Chad and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 AZ to the disco 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Crime,
Harmonia,
Tim Buckley,
Rufus Thomas,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Procol Harum,
The Wake,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
The Busters,
Barry Ungar,
The J.B.'s,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Count Five,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Cluster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Niagra,
Toni Rubio,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
UT,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.