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 Italy and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
Ludus,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
Ituana,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Don Cherry,
June Days,
Kenny Larkin,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pussy Galore,
Fort Wilson Riot,
OOIOO,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.