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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Aswad,
10cc,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Althea and Donna,
Isaac Hayes,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
the Swans,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.