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 Bahamas and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Yellowson to the rock 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
U.S. Maple,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Average White Band,
Janne Schatter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
Jacques Brel,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
CMW,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.