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 Benin and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 MC5 to the grime 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Godley & Creme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Model 500,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.