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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Smog 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Symarip,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Terry Callier,
Warsaw,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.