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 Comoros and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Barbara Tucker 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Icehouse,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
The Five Americans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Human League,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.