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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Electric Prunes to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Litter,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Flash Fearless,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.