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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
Junior Murvin,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Tommy Roe,
Chris & Cosey,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Wings,
Pagans,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
The Zeros,
Youth Brigade,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Lalann,
Lakeside,
Aural Exciters,
Guru Guru,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.