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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ralphi Rosario to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
World's Most,
The Blackbyrds,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
ABC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Magazine,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Organ,
Radio Birdman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.