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 St Lucia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Black Moon to the rock 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Wake,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Half Japanese,
The Moleskins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
The Birthday Party,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spoonie Gee,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
E-Dancer,
Tom Boy,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tim Buckley,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.