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 Estonia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Lindisfarne,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thee Headcoats,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.