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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Siglo XX,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Chris & Cosey,
Minny Pops,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.