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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
The Raincoats,
Mad Mike,
Kool Moe Dee,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
Scrapy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
the Human League,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.