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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Marvin Gaye to the rap 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Jeff Mills,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Buzzcocks,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.