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 Ivory Coast and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quadrant,
Alphaville,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
AZ,
Mars,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Green,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
Fear,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
the Sonics,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tubeway Army,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.