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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Masters at Work,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barry Ungar,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
Tom Boy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Josef K,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.