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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Human League to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soulsonic Force,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Joey Negro,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Robert Wyatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.