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 Kosovo and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Curtis Mayfield to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
The Doors,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
AZ,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Funkadelic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
the Germs,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Young Rascals,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
D'Angelo,
Zero Boys,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
The Remains,
Smog,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
MDC,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.