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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Das Ding to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
PIL,
The Moleskins,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Brick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Television,
Cluster,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Inner City,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.