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 Malta and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Happenings to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Index,
Gong,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Index,
Y Pants,
David Axelrod,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swans,
FM Einheit,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.