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 Oman and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
John Lydon,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Matthew Halsall,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Jimmy McGriff,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Faust,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
Bob Dylan,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
The Index,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Moby Grape,
Maleditus Sound,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Japan,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.