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 Morocco and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
Minutemen,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Agent Orange,
Subhumans,
Gang Green,
Minor Threat,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.