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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Iggy Pop 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Excepter,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Jandek,
World's Most,
Mantronix,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Visage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter & Gordon,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
Man Parrish,
Das Ding,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
JFA,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.