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 Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Swans,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Vladislav Delay,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Monolake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Television,
DJ Style,
Organ,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cluster,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.