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 Botswana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Brick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
The Black Dice,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Cluster,
Arab on Radar,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Durutti Column,
Zapp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Byron Stingily,
Yaz,
PIL,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Lungfish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.