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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Supertramp to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
The New Christs,
Section 25,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Stiv Bators,
The Offenders,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Arab on Radar,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
F. McDonald,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Glenn Branca,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Parry Music,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.