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 Yemen and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Public Enemy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Order,
June Days,
Brick,
Urselle,
cv313,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Little Man,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.