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 Guatemala and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Can,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Human League,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Andrew Hill,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Mad Mike,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Shuggie Otis,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Freddie Wadling,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.