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 Kuwait and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Minutemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Jacob Miller,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Monolake,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Prince Buster,
Ten City,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.