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 Greece and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 T. Rex to the jazz 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
Section 25,
MC5,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Erasure,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
The Names,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.