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 Georgia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skatalites to the funk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Sonic Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
Prince Buster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Outsiders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wings,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.