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 Peru and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
The Fall,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Sheep,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
10cc,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
PIL,
Nas,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.