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 Liechtenstein 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Vladislav Delay,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sugar Minott,
The Sound,
David McCallum,
Iggy Pop,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Agent Orange,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Techniques,
The Standells,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Radio Birdman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.