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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 This Heat to the rap 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
The Birthday Party,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-Ray Spex,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ten City,
Scan 7,
Yellowson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
The Neon Judgement,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
Nas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
EPMD,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.