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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Young Marble Giants,
Iggy Pop,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ornette Coleman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Dolphy,
The Young Rascals,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
John Lydon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Fatback Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.