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 Mongolia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cymande,
Eurythmics,
The Selecter,
Leonard Cohen,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Deepchord,
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Rekid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.