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 France and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Buckinghams,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Visage,
Lyres,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Niagra,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David Axelrod,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cowsills,
PIL,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.