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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Model 500 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Fugazi,
Scion,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June Days,
Sparks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Magazine,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Panda Bear,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Kaleidoscope,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Theoretical Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.