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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Grauzone to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Magazine,
The Fortunes,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Motions,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Womack,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Visage,
The Slackers,
The Walker Brothers,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.