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 Slovenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Victims,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
The Skatalites,
Lightning Bolt,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hashim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Associates,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Boz Scaggs,
The Motions,
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.