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 Lebanon and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Pussy Galore,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
James White and The Blacks,
Roxette,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Trumans Water,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Liliput,
Japan,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.