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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the rock 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Stooges,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
the Slits,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.