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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Fugs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The United States of America,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalann,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skaos,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
Marmalade,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
The Fortunes,
Graham Central Station,
Kerrie Biddell,
Young Marble Giants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
Barry Ungar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Derrick May,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.