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 Bolivia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Don Cherry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Inner City,
Make Up,
New Order,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reuben Wilson,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Black Flag,
The Victims,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.