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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Dawn Penn,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Main Source,
JFA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.