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 Columbus.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Slits to the jazz 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aloha Tigers,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Franke,
Ludus,
Japan,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Icehouse,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.