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 Malta and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the crunk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
John Foxx,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.