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 Kenya 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nico to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Blancmange,
Pantytec,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Terry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Quadrant,
K-Klass,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Country Teasers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.