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 New Zealand and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Johnny Clarke 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David McCallum,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Rekid,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sugar Minott,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
The Associates,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.