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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 American Breed to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Juan Atkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Bowie,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bob Dylan,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quando Quango,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Warsaw,
Television Personalities,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gladiators,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.