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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Radio Birdman,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rapeman,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Eddi Front,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nico,
UT,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Audionom,
Porter Ricks,
Brick,
Marvin Gaye,
The Divine Comedy,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.