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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yaz to the rap 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
The Kinks,
Swans,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Goldenarms,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
The Dead C,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Groovy Waters,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.