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 Micronesia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Pere Ubu,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.