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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blossom Toes,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.