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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sex Pistols to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Interpol,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Bad Manners,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Ludus,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
David Bowie,
Organ,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
The Slackers,
Carl Craig,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
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.