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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Infiniti,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
Scion,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Von Mondo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
Desert Stars,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.