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 Australia and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
The Slits,
PIL,
Swans,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aural Exciters,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.