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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Suburban Knight,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Sound Behaviour,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Pop Group,
The Doors,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monolake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.