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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Metal Thangz to the grime 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Radio Birdman,
The New Christs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxette,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.