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 Malawi and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
The Barracudas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
Aloha Tigers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
The Names,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hardrive,
Joyce Sims,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.