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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Saints to the jazz 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
a-ha,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bad Manners,
Guru Guru,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
cv313,
The Searchers,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.