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 Poland and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ultra Naté to the dance 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Dark Day,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Rosa Yemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Pole,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smoke,
Ultra Naté,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.