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 Norway and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar 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 Average White Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Livin' Joy,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Donald Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kaleidoscope,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
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.