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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Drexciya to the rap 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Anakelly,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Altered Images,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Marine Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.