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 Chad and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gladiators,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sonic Youth,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Qualms,
Moss Icon,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Technova,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
Fluxion,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Alison Limerick,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.