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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gladiators 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
The Blues Magoos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronan,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Hardrive,
Kayak,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
In Retrospect,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Remains,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.