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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Hood,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Rod Modell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Connie Case,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.