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 United States and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Negative Approach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
June of 44,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ponytail,
The Toasters,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
The Standells,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Vogues,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.