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 Lithuania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bootsy Collins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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,
The Associates,
Crime,
La Düsseldorf,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mojo Men,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Skriet,
Japan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.