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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Fuzztones to the punk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Groovy Waters,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Hardrive,
Television,
Electric Prunes,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Adolescents,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.