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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
Swell Maps,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.