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 Spain and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Brand Nubian,
The Sound,
Crime,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
The Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
The Divine Comedy,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Pop Group,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
Duran Duran,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.