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 San Marino and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Spandau Ballet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Outsiders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Jacob Miller,
Danielle Patucci,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Funkadelic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Althea and Donna,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Crime,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.