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 Ireland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Theoretical Girls to the rock 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca 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?
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Ituana,
The Count Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Black Flag,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Eurythmics,
The Cowsills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Womack,
Nik Kershaw,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.