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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
the Normal,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
June of 44,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Das Ding,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Eric B and Rakim,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Skaos,
Circle Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Pagans,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.