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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Pop Group to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Magma,
June Days,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alphaville,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiohead,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
The Trojans,
Sexual Harrassment,
These Immortal Souls,
Kurtis Blow,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.