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 Serbia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
The Sound,
Bluetip,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
The Trojans,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nico,
Connie Case,
Pole,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Henry Cow,
Kas Product,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Hashim,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.