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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Yellowson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Franke,
Scientists,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Echospace,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Pere Ubu,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultra Naté,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
John Lydon,
the Normal,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Desert Stars,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Main Source,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.