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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Aloha Tigers,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Idris Muhammad,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.