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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Davy DMX to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
The Slits,
Altered Images,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
The Black Dice,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
The Velvet Underground,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Maurizio,
Flipper,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Interpol,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.