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 Philippines and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Bar-Kays to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
The Mojo Men,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New Order,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mo-Dettes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.