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 Solomon Islands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dawn Penn to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Swell Maps,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
The Slackers,
Nick Fraelich,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
10cc,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
Average White Band,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.