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 India and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Boz Scaggs,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Guru Guru,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
Matthew Bourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Names,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
Monolake,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.