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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
The Golliwogs,
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sexual Harrassment,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Popol Vuh,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Suicide,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.