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 Fiji and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Negative Approach,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Nico,
Talk Talk,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Ludus,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
F. McDonald,
Kayak,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.