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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Dead Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
The Gladiators,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Q65,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
The Remains,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABBA,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.