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 Angola and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
MC5,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
CMW,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.