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 Mauritania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Adolescents to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Anakelly,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
Eli Mardock,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Janne Schatter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ken Boothe,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
Faust,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zero Boys,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.