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 Slovakia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joyce Sims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Adolescents,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Sex Pistols,
The Mojo Men,
Soulsonic Force,
World's Most,
Unwound,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Frankie Knuckles,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.