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 Korea South and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moebius to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Rundgren,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
Lindisfarne,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Wings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra,
Lakeside,
JFA,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Maleditus Sound,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.