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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
New Age Steppers,
Deadbeat,
Funky Four + One,
Fugazi,
Judy Mowatt,
cv313,
David McCallum,
The Durutti Column,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Kayak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
A Certain Ratio,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
The Invisible,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.