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 Belgium and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
X-102,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Joensuu 1685,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Y Pants,
Thee Headcoats,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.