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 Namibia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lyres to the electroclash 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Excepter,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
AZ,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.