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 Tonga and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Aural Exciters to the grime 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Vainqueur,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Terry,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cluster,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
DNA,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Eden Ahbez,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.