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 Dominican Republic and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radio Birdman,
Joyce Sims,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Skriet,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Main Source,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
In Retrospect,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
OOIOO,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.