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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Danielle Patucci 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Joey Negro,
John Cale,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Skriet,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Silicon Teens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.