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 Switzerland and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Modern Lovers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
L. Decosne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
Black Pus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bronski Beat,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
The Names,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Wally Richardson,
Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
John Lydon,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.