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 Slovenia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 The Busters to the grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
Japan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Aloha Tigers,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Duran Duran,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.