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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Gang of Four,
Clear Light,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
Eli Mardock,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Depeche Mode,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moody Blues,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Qualms,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.