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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 John Holt to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scion,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Eden Ahbez,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Camouflage,
Organ,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Pretty Things,
Sun City Girls,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
The American Breed,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Chrome,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Howard Jones,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Q65,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.