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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Blues Magoos to the dance 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
June Days,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
The Dirtbombs,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.