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 Dominican Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Flamin' Groovies to the crunk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Althea and Donna,
Rod Modell,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.