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 Malta and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pole to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
the Sonics,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Henry Cow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Scientists,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
Quadrant,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Faust,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Barry Ungar,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Vladislav Delay,
Underground Resistance,
Pylon,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.