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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül to the grunge 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
This Heat,
Japan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.