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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Velvet Underground to the funk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
H. Thieme,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Moby Grape,
Technova,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Severed Heads,
Trumans Water,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Public Enemy,
The Vogues,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.