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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Sonics to the disco 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
UT,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Oneida,
Wings,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Faraquet,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Au Pairs,
The Real Kids,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Jeff Lynne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
Pere Ubu,
Black Bananas,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Oblivians,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.