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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
The Gories,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Unwound,
Jandek,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Television,
OOIOO,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Flash Fearless,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.