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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 A Certain Ratio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Prince Buster,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Royal Trux,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Bill Near,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
June of 44,
The United States of America,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Ossler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Motorama,
Lucky Dragons,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Radio Birdman,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Ronan,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.