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 Honduras and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
The Last Poets,
The United States of America,
Basic Channel,
Joey Negro,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Model 500,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Soft Machine,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blues Magoos,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.