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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Absolute Body Control to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Pole,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roxy Music,
Quando Quango,
The Slackers,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
These Immortal Souls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Green,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Clarke,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Seeds,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.