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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Blossom Toes to the punk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
The Raincoats,
Ronan,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
EPMD,
The Names,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
Albert Ayler,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terry Callier,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.