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 Malawi and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Whodini,
Echospace,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minutemen,
Country Teasers,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Niagra,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.