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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Archie Shepp to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Wasted Youth,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Yaz,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skaos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slick Rick,
Lou Christie,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.