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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Nico,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Pantytec,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Swans,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
L. Decosne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tomorrow,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
The Vogues,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Von Mondo,
Joe Finger,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Camberwell Now,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.