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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Alison Limerick,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Vogues,
X-101,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Theoretical Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
Dawn Penn,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.