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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Motorama to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
June of 44,
June Days,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
K-Klass,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
John Foxx,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Basic Channel,
Deakin,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.