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 Mexico and from Paris.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
Television,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Barrington Levy,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Sex Pistols,
Steve Hackett,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.