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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Neu! to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Lyres,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.