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 Nepal and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stooges to the dance 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pere Ubu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
Sun City Girls,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Mantronix,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
MC5,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.