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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
Smog,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Malaria!,
Television,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Cymande,
Davy DMX,
Yaz,
JFA,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
PIL,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Wire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.