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 Albania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Tubeway Army,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Suicide,
Model 500,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.