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 Spain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Charles Mingus to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiopuhelimet,
Model 500,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Nirvana,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Busters,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.