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 the UAE and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 48th St. Collective to the dance 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
The Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.