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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the punk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 rhodes 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
June Days,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
MDC,
Pantytec,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Monks,
Brick,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.