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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Quando Quango to the punk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Altered Images,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Görl,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Warren Ellis,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Scratch Acid,
The New Christs,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Ponytail,
The Human League,
The Five Americans,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Reagan Youth,
Gichy Dan,
Skarface,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Bourne,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.