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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 The Skatalites to the disco 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Altered Images,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Sugar Minott,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Graham Central Station,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New York Dolls,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Can,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.