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 Uzbekistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Can,
Fatback Band,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Althea and Donna,
Harry Pussy,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Zero Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Duran Duran,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
The Evens,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Junior Murvin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.