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 Argentina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Count Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Delta 5,
Brick,
Y Pants,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
Unwound,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Warren Ellis,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
Panda Bear,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.