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 Qatar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Interpol to the techno 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arcadia,
The Motions,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Görl,
Cal Tjader,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
the Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
The Sound,
The Slackers,
Model 500,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.