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 Bulgaria and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 The Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
John Holt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.