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 Bahamas and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fela Kuti to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Shoche,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Wally Richardson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Clear Light,
Roxette,
the Association,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry's Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
The United States of America,
The Last Poets,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Nico,
The Mummies,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.