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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Gun Club to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
The Remains,
Reagan Youth,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Alphaville,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Circle Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Harmonia,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Kaleidoscope,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.