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 Somalia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 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 David Bowie 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 X-102 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Quantec,
Bob Dylan,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
EPMD,
Unwound,
Can,
Jeff Lynne,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Five Americans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Move,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Tears for Fears,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
New Age Steppers,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.