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 Antigua and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blues Magoos to the jazz 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Sheep,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
Maleditus Sound,
The Star Department,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.