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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Theoretical Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Happenings,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Lindisfarne,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dark Day,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
The Kinks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.