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 Tajikistan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lindisfarne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
The Slackers,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Joensuu 1685,
The Five Americans,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Agitation Free,
Flamin' Groovies,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Crime,
David McCallum,
The Birthday Party,
Y Pants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
AZ,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
The Sonics,
Oneida,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.