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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pere Ubu,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Magazine,
Nation of Ulysses,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Technova,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Depeche Mode,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.