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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Scratch Acid,
JFA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Davy DMX,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.