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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 One Last Wish to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Mandrill,
Howard Jones,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Martian,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Subhumans,
The Associates,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
Pylon,
Faust,
Excepter,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.