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 Moldova and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Joey Negro,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
MDC,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Index,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.