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 Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
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 guitar 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
Mr. Review,
Donald Byrd,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Main Source,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Al Stewart,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Index,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.