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 India and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Minor Threat to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
Donald Byrd,
Kerri Chandler,
T.S.O.L.,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grauzone,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Max Romeo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Sixth Finger,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Severed Heads,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.