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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Swell Maps,
Banda Bassotti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Johnny Clarke,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
The New Christs,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Doors,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Rotary Connection,
Japan,
Hoover,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
UT,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Alice Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Neil Young,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.