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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Pantytec,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fela Kuti,
the Germs,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.