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 Brazil and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 cv313 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sam Rivers,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Frankie Knuckles,
Schoolly D,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faraquet,
Nico,
David McCallum,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
The Cowsills,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.