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 the UAE and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Section 25,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tears for Fears,
The Gories,
The Pretty Things,
The Black Dice,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Prince Buster,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.