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 Finland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Make Up to the funk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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,
The Buckinghams,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Q and Not U,
The Sound,
Faraquet,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Inner City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cluster,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.