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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Youth Brigade,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Zeros,
Quando Quango,
UT,
The Gories,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Unrelated Segments,
Peter & Gordon,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.