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 Croatia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Mandrill,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
The Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Ice-T,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Grauzone,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.