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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 PIL to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
R.M.O.,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Swell Maps,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Fear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Whodini,
Lightning Bolt,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed,
Dawn Penn,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Max Romeo,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.