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 Malta and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Rod Modell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Marmalade,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
The Busters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Derrick May,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Malaria!,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.