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 Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blake Baxter to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Barry Ungar,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.