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 Kuwait and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 John Holt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Knickerbockers,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Girls At Our Best!,
Panda Bear,
Lebanon Hanover,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
Jawbox,
a-ha,
Neil Young,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Harmonia,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bad Manners,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Minor Threat,
Magma,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.