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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
the Slits,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mars,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang On A Can,
The Names,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Silicon Teens,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.