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 Poland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Blancmange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Smog,
Subhumans,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suicide,
The Fortunes,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slave,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Idris Muhammad,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.