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 South Africa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Happenings,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ornette Coleman,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.