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 Tuvalu 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Duran Duran to the rock 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Brick,
June Days,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Jacques Brel,
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cymande,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.