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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Deakin,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erykah Badu,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra,
Silicon Teens,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
JFA,
Visage,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.