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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marmalade to the electroclash 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxy Music,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Pole,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Anakelly,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Icehouse,
Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter & Gordon,
the Slits,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Crash Course in Science,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Peter and Kerry,
Deepchord,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Bill Near,
Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Juan Atkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobby Sherman,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.