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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Stooges to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke 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?
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Tres Demented,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Anakelly,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Tommy Roe,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Agitation Free,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Ultravox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Yazoo,
Bill Wells,
Ossler,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Banda Bassotti,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.