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 Uganda and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boz Scaggs to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Junior Murvin,
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
The Sonics,
Yellowson,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Deakin,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
The Golliwogs,
China Crisis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
The Motions,
Icehouse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vladislav Delay,
Steve Hackett,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.