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 Malawi 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Moss Icon to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
The Dead C,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
PIL,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Buckinghams,
Dorothy Ashby,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
John Lydon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Remains,
The Move,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
MDC,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Desert Stars,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Ludus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.