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 Korea South and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Sixth Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minnie Riperton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gories,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.