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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Soft Machine,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Swans,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
U.S. Maple,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crime,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
The Cowsills,
Jawbox,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.