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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
Qualms,
Zapp,
Ituana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Martian,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
The New Christs,
the Slits,
Index,
Altered Images,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Chris & Cosey,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Kas Product,
Prince Buster,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Deepchord,
The Monochrome Set,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Essential Logic,
Tres Demented,
Oneida,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.