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 East Timor and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the funk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Marvin Gaye,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gories,
Suicide,
Gong,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Mars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
The Index,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.