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 Greece 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Sällskapet to the crunk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
The Fall,
B.T. Express,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Faraquet,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Interpol,
Shoche,
The Standells,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Johnny Clarke,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.