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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Gories,
Make Up,
Franke,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
X-101,
Lyres,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
The Dead C,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
David McCallum,
Davy DMX,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Crooked Eye,
Hasil Adkins,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.