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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Spandau Ballet,
The Stooges,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Franke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
Ituana,
DNA,
David McCallum,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.