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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Gories to the dance 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
Zapp,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.