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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 David Bowie 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Dead Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Crash Course in Science,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Hashim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Victims,
Altered Images,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
The Mojo Men,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.