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 Portugal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Bowie,
10cc,
Roxette,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Chrome,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Juan Atkins,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
Fatback Band,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
Circle Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.