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 Botswana 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Prince Buster to the techno 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
Brick,
Mantronix,
The Remains,
The Knickerbockers,
Franke,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Selecter,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.