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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Faust,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Gong,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
John Holt,
JFA,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Smooth,
Cluster,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Blancmange,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
AZ,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.